Why must I always be reminded of my age????!!!!
I'm not old. I'm actually in my prime! So why can't "prime" really mean "prime"??? Most days I start out forgetting I'm almost 40, until inevitably something has to remind me.
This weekend, I took six of my kids roller skating and I, being the "hip" mom that I am, decided to skate too. I rented my four wheel skates and laced 'em up just like the good ole days. I was ready to show my stuff. ....... Well, evidently the 20 year time span had slipped my mind. Actually, my mind remembered but my body forgot. I stepped one step onto the rink and things didn't quite feel the same as it did when I was in Jr. High school. The skates felt heavier the floor felt slicker and so help a small child if they fall in front of me. Addison was a little wobbly and so we held hands and skated around for awhile helping each other stay up. After about an hour, it started to come back to me a little and I felt some what secure so I let go of Addie and skated around with my little "beat bounce" as I once did a long long time ago. I'm feeling great! My two 15 year olds are pooped out, but not me! I've got it going on! But even though I'm skating the whole time, I keep slowing down to grab one of my kids to skate with so I'm not "all out" skating the whole time. But I'm thinking, wow I'm doing pretty good.
Then comes, "ADULT SKATE". So I grabbed Allie (even though she is under 18) and had her skate with me. The DJ played "You dropped a bomb on me" by the Gap band. OOHH YEAH, I know this song. So I get out there to do my thing. I'm skating at a decent pace of course adding my "beat bounce" as I go. Allie's laughing because all of us are skating exactly the same way--- just like we learned 25-30 years ago. Things are going well for a couple of rounds, then I start to get really winded and sweaty and I'm thinking, how long is this song anyway? Is this a remix or something cause how many times do you really have to say "you dropped a bomb on me". I think we all get the point. "Oh lord, I'm going to pass out right here in front of everyone. This is going to be embarrassing." I attempt to get Allie's attention so she'll slow down and we can skate around acting as though we are talking to give myself a break but that doesn't work instead she says "What Mom? Come on" Waving the motion to come on so just incase you didn't hear her - you had the motion to know the old woman is giving out and lagging behind. So I plugged on with my tongue hanging out trying to look like I had it all under control.
Finally the place is closing and it's time to go home. Wow that was fun! I drive the kids home, slide out of the SUV and hmmmm..........can't seem to move my legs so well. What has happened to my legs? Is it already starting? If it is, boy I'm going to be in trouble tomorrow. As I try to walk into the house and step up on the brick steps which lead from my garage to the kitchen, one leg just flat out doesn't come with me. I fall, luckily my shoulder and upper arm break some of the fall by slamming into the door frame as I went down. Okay........so I now have some pretty good bruises but I'll live. My point is........why do I constantly have to be reminded that I'm not as young as I once was????!!!!!!
